Prologue

A/N: Don't own Panic at the Disco, MSI or Styles of Beyond, kay? Thanks. Or Death Note for that matter. Obvious, no? Yes.

Italicized - Lyrics.

Into a place where thoughts can bloom, into a room where it's nine in the after noon. And we know that it could be. And we know that it should. And you know that you feel it too. 'Cause it's nine in the afternoon, and your eyes are the size of the moon. You could, 'cause you can, so you do. We're feeling so good just the way that we do-

"When it's nine in the afternoooooooon." Matt chuckled as he finished off the verse before switching off the iHome. He had set this particular song; to be his little wake up call, but he had been up an hour earlier. So, by now…erm, '7:00AM' exactly, he was showered and squeaky clean and ready for school.

Ah, school. It was the first day of his Junior year and he was more than a little nervous. You see, his high school was as 'survival of the fittest' as it could get. People were just waiting for one false move, one wrong word to move in and pick you apart like the fuckin' vultures they were. The school was filled with a bunch of rich snobby people and a handful of 'others' as everyone else called the kids without the Olympic sized swimming pools in their backyards. He himself, was one of those 'others' and that was fine…but it could be a real pain your ass if everyone wanted a piece of you because of it.

And if that wasn't bad enough…there was the whole gang rivalry and shit. See, there were two 'gangs' so to speak, that pretty much ran the school while the rest of the kids watched on in amusement, waiting for the next piece of juicy gossip. The groups were divided as so, the so called 'punks' and the so called 'preps' whatever the fuck that meant, but, that's how it was and the way it had been since the opening of the school in the early 19oo's. Though, it wasn't until around the late 50's early 60's that the two groups had actually gotten names. The 'Greasers' which were the ordinary 'Mommy and Daddy don't own a million cars' kind of kids. And the 'Socs' who were those kind of kids.

Of course, the names hadn't always stuck and they had changed along with the times. Now though, it was as simple as being a 'Punk' or a 'Prep' and as much as he was against labels and the likes, Matt was a Punk and he was damn proud of it. Those damn Preps were a piece of work. Right bastards the lot of them and the fights that raged between the two rival groups were just as vicious as they were back when the Greasers and Socs were around. Even back to the time when the groups had taken famous Italian and Russian Mafia names. Something's never changed.

The Punks and Preps ran the school with an iron fist and even the teachers were wary of the two rivals. The two groups were marching to beats of their own drums and everyone else was just along for the show.

"Shit," Matt combed his fingers through his blood red hair –dyed of course- and then proceeded to look his reflection over in the mirror above his dresser. He looked good and he grinned before heading out of the room to hunt down his cell phone, which was ringing like a thing possessed somewhere in the small one bedroom apartment. "Fuck, fuck…where are you?" He murmured to himself. "Aha!" Diving to his knees, he plucked the black Razor from under the computer desk and flipped it open. "Shut it up."

There was a seconds pause on the other line before the soft reply was uttered. "You're taking your sweet time, Matt. I've been standing outside your front door for a total of ten minutes. Are you deaf?"

The redhead grinned sheepishly, a useless gesture due to the fact that erm, it was a phone conversation. "Oh yeah? Sorry, must of spaced, dude." He had replied as he crossed the small living room to unlock and pull the door open. "Morning sunshine." With a wiggle of his eyebrows to the shorter teen standing in the doorway he hung up and waited until the shorter boy pocketed his phone.

"Clearly." The boy ran a hand through his shaggy white hair. It was just dye too, weird as it was the white haired teen managed to pull it off nicely. "Are we ready or will you be skipping the year?"

With a roll of his eyes, Matt gestured for the teen to follow him as he disappeared into his bedroom for his backpack. "Hey, Near. Do you have an extra five bucks on you?" Matt called from the bedroom where he was fixing his hair again instead of looking for his bag.

Near, the white haired teen in question stood in the door way, a look of annoyance on his pale face. But, he pulled a five dollar bill from the pocket of his sky blue faded jeans. "Don't I always?" He replied, a small smile on his lips. "Are you quite finished? You're gorgeous, Matt. Let's get going before we're late. Please." The last word was added in a tone of exasperation upon being ignored.

"Yo, you know the routine, the demon effect. Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeves?" Matt sang as he took the five dollar bill from the white haired teen before slinging his backpack over on shoulder. There was a smirk on his pink lips as he gestured with his hand to Near. "Lead the way."

And Near couldn't help but smirk back at the redheads reply before doing as he was told.

-

The walk to school was spent in catching up. Near had gone on holiday to London where he had grandparents there. It was fun listening as Near dominated the conversation seeing as most of the time Matt had to do the talking. He never went on holiday. He had been stuck in California for his whole life, but he wasn't really complaining. It was home and you were suppose to like home.

It was a sunny morning, the kind that Matt just hated so he had brought along a pair of dark sunglasses which were in place over his green eyes. There were a handful of students hanging around the front of the school where: 'Wammy Academy; Home of the Wammy Wolves' was spelled out on a large sign, decorated in the schools colors. (Orange and Black.)

Matt always snickered whenever they passed the large sign. Because right under it, it said; "Paws to the sky!" Which was suppose to actually mean; "Reach for the stars." But the student council was just so damn creative. Wolves, paws…get it? Ha. Ha.

The redhead nudged Near and then he threw his head back and howled. The sound was loud and drawn out and it echoed slightly as they entered the building, causing a bunch of kids, that were spread out in the hall, to howl right back at him in response. A little something the student council liked to call the "Wammy Wolf Call."

Near was forced to stifle his laughter with his hand. "I can't believe I know you." He managed through quiet little fits of laughter and the redhead merely grinned at him.

A/N: Well, for this odd idea, I was actually thinking about High School Musical, The Outsiders (The novel/movie.) Gossip Girl type thing. Not so much the Gossip Girl crap -facepalm- but just to give you the general idea. I assure you this is going to be a hell of a ride if you want to stick around. YES if you're thinking that there will be a shit load of lyrics in their dialogue, you're correct. Tis the point of this fic. Because I'm a dork and yeah. Stick around and see how things play out, yeah? Better than it sounds, I swear.

Continue? No? Let me know.

~ Matt.

Songs used: (In order)

Nine in the Afternoon - Panic at the Disco

Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Nine Thou (Superstars Remix) - Styles of Beyond